Denise Levertov

(24 October 1923 – 20 December 1997 / Ilford, Essex)

Denise Levertov Poems

1. The 90th Year 12/8/2015
2. At The Justice Department November 15, 1969 12/14/2015
3. To Live in the Mercy of God 8/18/2015
4. Making Peace 12/4/2014
5. The Sage 5/1/2011
6. News Report, September 1991 4/8/2010
7. Partial Resemblance 4/8/2010
8. The Springtime 4/8/2010
9. Song For Ishtar 4/8/2010
10. Matins 4/8/2010
11. Prisoners 4/8/2010
12. A Map Of The Western Part Of The County Of Essex In England 4/8/2010
13. Eros 4/8/2010
14. A Time Past 4/8/2010
15. In California: Morning, Evening, Late January 4/8/2010
16. February Evening In New York 4/8/2010
17. Caedmon 4/8/2010
18. Ein Baum Erzählt Von Orpheus 4/8/2010
19. Triple Feature 1/3/2003
20. Psalm Concerning The Castle 1/3/2003
21. The Great Black Heron 1/3/2003
22. St. Peter And The Angel 1/3/2003
23. Sojourns In The Parallel World 1/3/2003
24. Hypocrite Women 4/8/2010
25. The Quest 1/3/2003
26. On A Theme By Thomas Merton 1/3/2003
27. Clouds 4/8/2010
28. Settling 1/3/2003
29. Web 1/3/2003
30. The Well 1/3/2003
31. The Sea's Wash In The Hollow Of The Heart... 1/3/2003
32. September 1961 1/3/2003
33. Wanting The Moon 1/3/2003
34. Goodbye To Tolerance 4/8/2010
35. Seeing For A Moment 1/13/2003
36. The Dog Of Art 1/3/2003
37. On The Mystery Of The Incarnation 1/3/2003
38. The Métier Of Blossoming 1/3/2003
39. The Thread 1/13/2003
40. The Elves 1/3/2003

Comments about Denise Levertov

  • Paul Ricard (2/19/2010 9:50:00 AM)

    i've never read anything about her before, but this morning I happened upon a poem of her's, 'Aware' which has sent my heart soaring. So beautiful! ! !

    Is there anyway that I could write to her, e-mail or regular? ? ? Please let me know, I want to thank her and tell her that I am looking forward to more readings of her poetry in the near future. Such a beautiful poem.

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Best Poem of Denise Levertov

What Were They Like?

Did the people of Viet Nam
use lanterns of stone?
Did they hold ceremonies
to reverence the opening of buds?
Were they inclined to quiet laughter?
Did they use bone and ivory,
jade and silver, for ornament?
Had they an epic poem?
Did they distinguish between speech and singing?

Sir, their light hearts turned to stone.
It is not remembered whether in gardens
stone gardens illumined pleasant ways.
Perhaps they gathered once to delight in blossom,
but after their children were killed
there were no more buds.
Sir, laughter is bitter to the burned ...

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Pleasures

I like to find
what's not found
at once, but lies

within something of another nature,
in repose, distinct.
Gull feathers of glass, hidden

in white pulp: the bones of squid

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